How come i got a playboy for a mate? Novels & Stories

"HELPMATE" I look to the guy on the floor below me, he's the most handsome man I have ever seen, he's now passed out from what those bastards have done to him and I lose my shit "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF MY MATE!"

A molten need unfurled inside of me, and I crave something soft, something MALE! I felt so horny more than I’d ever be, even when I'd watched pornography in the past. Then he opened his mouth and breathed out the two words that I never imagined to hear, “My Mate?”

'Moon goddess sure knows how to mess with someone. Kai's casual posture stiffened, his drink forgotten as he processed the words. His eyes widened, shock rippling across his face. 'What do you mean? Wait—don't tell me she's your mate?' He set the glass down hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Leaning closer, he pressed, 'But how do you know?'

he said. I sighed and moved my hands away from my face as I turned to him. "Can I tell you something?" I said. His hands stroked my hair, down my cheek, as he looked at me. I took a breath of air and leaned into his lap. "You're a handsome man, I'm sure you have a lot of girls after you. I don't blame them, you're perfect. But only I can say you're my mate" I said. At my words, Bennett stopped his movements and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"When are you going to cut the attitude and admit the fact that we're mates cause I know too damn well that you felt the mate bond like I did?" She was angry. Well fine! I was angrier. The word 'mate' just seemed to tick me off. I didn't want to hear it cause I knew I could never have her. You can't eat your cake and have it. That was the problem here. My life posed a danger to her and I'd rather keep her distant and save her life than claim her as mine and risk her life in the process.

I'm sorry. Jane snorted. "No need to be sorry. You did more than I could. I need to figure out a way to earn his trust." ‘Flirt’, her wolf said. She gagged and closed her eyes. "I don't know. I'm not good at it. Alex is the first person I've really ever flirted with. He's my…our…mate." ‘You did find your mate. He will come for us, she said. Just be patient. In the meantime, flirt because we need out of these chains. I'm going to rip his head clear off–’

I asked but you just answered with another smile. "Um...okay." I mumbled,unsure how to reply to his words. "What are you doing in here all alone, you don't seem like someone who drinks." He pointed out, I didn't even know that I showed that I didn't like being here. "Oh well, I am here with a friend." I replied. "A friend or boyfriend?" He asked as I saw his smile begin to fade. "Friend." I replied and his face lit up with a new smile and face went back to normal.

good girl you go back to home today tomorrow come with fresh mind" I said okay and came back to home I thought he is some rich brat so don't know how to do hardwork and he came to this position but I never thought there is this much hardwork behind his journey I'm really impressed nah nah not that kind just impressed as a human that's it how can I like that playboy let me have a shower I will be with fresh mind .......

I knew I was red, but I didn't want him to tease me more about it. “Damn it Jackson! Why?! Why do you keep doing things like this?” "Because" He begins with his husky tone. “You’re my mate. And I’m just showing you how much I appreciate you.” I peek through my hands nervously. Our faces were just inches apart from each other. His devilishly handsome face just made me want to scream like a fangirl from the close proximity. I had never felt like this around any hot guy in my life. Not that I always had hot guys swarming me from left to right. But this one, he is my mate. And I believe that this euphoric feeling will never stop for the rest of our lives.

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.